She helped him without helping him. Nothing to make it seem like he couldn't do things on his own, but as he stood, she let him put his weight on her and use her for support and she did what she could as he pulled off her clothes to make it easier for him. Honestly it wasn't out of pity, she knew he was more capable than he gave himself credit for, but she did want him.
The taste of him, his hard length rubbing against the seam of her jeans that rubbed against her clit, it had gotten her ready for him. When she was finally with her back on the couch and Rigs over her she felt her breath quicken and a small gasp catch it in her throat as he started to enter her. A moan at the feeling of his tongue over her sensitive nipple escaped her as she closed her eyes and let out a breathy "Yes."